In a couple weeks we are moving to a new place. A new apartment; one that is larger and will fit us and all our stuff a little better than the current place we live does. This place could be considered a duplex because it is an upper and a lower, we've got the lower flat, as Ben's dad calls it (he's not British).
I'm excited, I really am. I've even picked out some paint swatches to paint the front room and the living room. The thing is: I'm also sad because this means we're another year away from buying a home, from owning a bit piece of this Earth. I guess there is a time and place for everything and in this time and place we were not. A few months ago we tried for a mortgage, with lackluster support from Ben's parents and a muppety loan originator, it just didn't pan out.
So here we are moving into this new-to-us home, still un-tied to anything keeping us here. Maybe Ben will find a job somewhere fun and different and I'll follow behind, keeping my steady government job to support us. Maybe someday we'll even get married. I won't hold my breath for that one, and you shouldn't either.
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